A pretty cute doll, wrapped in ethnic attire and emotions. Wearing just a little make up and a lot of smiles. Holding hurricane inside her head, she could burst any moment. I wonder: is she well fed of love? I'm afraid if she is.
so when you are bored by your routine, and damn ditched by endorphin. when you’re in need to recharge your batteries. come find me at the bank of my miseries. I’ll put my sting to rest awhile. I won’t bite you. we can plug each other to the cosmic ripple, and let the interstellar magic… Continue reading in poetry
Would it be tempting if I told you that I am not completely what you witness? Would it still be if I’m always loath and a fucking mess? I’ve claws and vampire teeth. My soul sprouts on venom. My tongue is a blood-sucking leech. I laugh because everyone does. I cry because I laughed like… Continue reading Beast in me
It’s heavy in my head. I’m a repertoire of ancient, rusty, abandoned, sharp, toxic, metallic junk, floating upon the liquid of my punctured dreams. narcotic, chaotic is the wind here that blows right through me. you wouldn’t bear a sight of this world – I carry inside – if you perceive through my eyes.… Continue reading Junk
On a bench in the corner, Lost in the crowd. Adamant to be apart. Convincing self to be an art, And the artist. Twisted wrist, and a split heart. Learning chords on broken guitar back home. No phone calls. No messages. No one’s out there thinking about this lost drone. Vibrating on the verve of… Continue reading Writer. Fighter.
I have been there, in deepest of the hell. I have been through that When you have so much to say, But nobody to tell. I’ve crawled on burning charcoal. Had everyone around, But no one really to hold. I’ve breathed in awful places, The austere bedrooms and cold embraces, I’ve been in love with… Continue reading Rising from the Ashes
‘Say something nice to me,’ Neal said to Marisa. ‘What,’ she laughed and mumbled in her sleepy voice, ‘at 3 a.m. you want me to say something nice, huh?’ ‘Yes,’ ‘Okay,’ she thought. ‘You are a nice person… not the kind of I thought I would like, but you turned out to be better from… Continue reading Like you mean it
Hello, Friends I’m excited to announce that the new version of my poetry book “Reverberating Pang” is now live and available in paperback and ebook formats on Amazon, CreateSpace, and Kindle.For those who have Kindle access can download or read it for free from 16th to 20th November 2015. Also it will continue to be available… Continue reading Promotion run for Reverberating Pang
Legs, Covered in linen – The color of moonlit sky, Miss the usual leather boots, Toes hurt, but comforted of marble floor – Cold and white, And the room is, as lit As only for the eyes Those lived in dark too long; Walls: pulled by cigarettes reek, Windows: sealed in thin cotton warriors, Prohibiting… Continue reading Become Who? (New Title)
(i) soon i watch, as i slide another marble, from the throat of the bottle of scotch: we emptied together, soon it'll be choked on betrayal, like me. (ii) typically a butterfly delicate, elegant, colorful, you were a butterfly, i could never get over from, and you tasted from your feet too, Ah you were… Continue reading 3 Poetweets